The rush of wings brought his head up, eyes snapping open to focus through the wavering haze of the incipient hallucinations. He had just enough clarity to recognize the fiery lizard that he had followed through the swamp to this place. Instead of resisting he forced himself to relax, allowing careful claws to close around his chest. A fractured thought activated the armor he wore around his bicep so that the owlbear down cascaded over his torso; both to protect him and to give Thalassa something to grip.
And then he closed his eyes, trusting to the captain as the song lingered in his ears and heart even after they had left the Lamplighter's glow and its music grew attenuated by distance.
When they landed once more his head was clearer and he took a deep breath of the putrid air of the swamp, using its stench to finish chasing away the hallucinations he had begun to see. He inclined his head deeply to Thalassa, whether she remained in lyvern form or returned to her Ancient body, a murmured. "Thank you," breaking the silence between them. And then: "Are you still injured?"
And then he closed his eyes, trusting to the captain as the song lingered in his ears and heart even after they had left the Lamplighter's glow and its music grew attenuated by distance.
When they landed once more his head was clearer and he took a deep breath of the putrid air of the swamp, using its stench to finish chasing away the hallucinations he had begun to see. He inclined his head deeply to Thalassa, whether she remained in lyvern form or returned to her Ancient body, a murmured. "Thank you," breaking the silence between them. And then: "Are you still injured?"
